After a moment's hesitation, she accepted Xuanxuan's friend request.
The handsome young man had something of "a gentleman fair as jade upon the path, a young lord without equal in the world" about him, exactly the type Song Yutang favored.
As soon as she accepted, Xuanxuan sent a voice message, his voice clear and gentle. "Good evening, sis~ I'm Xuanxuan. Thank you for your support today! Your profile picture is so pretty. Is that you?"
Song Yutang typed clumsily, "No."
Xuanxuan sent another voice message, a smile rippling through the speaker. "You're too modest, sis. Just looking at your profile picture, I can tell you're an elegant little fairy with wonderful taste... Are you tired today? Make sure you get some rest."
A few more solicitous remarks followed, and he even offered to send her handmade scented candles. "I hope you sleep well every night."
Mm... Young college guys really do know how to sweet-talk people. Those honeyed words sound so nice.
Thoroughly soothed in body and mind, Song Yutang promptly gifted another ten large rockets to the livestream.
Jiang Muyan: "..."
He was lying right here, while his wife sent gifts to another man, added him on WeChat, listened to him call her sis, and received his thoughtful greetings?
He might as well just become a vegetable for real.
Song Yutang was having so much fun that, before she knew it, her eyelids were fighting to stay open.
She checked the time. It was past midnight.
She was so sleepy her eyes were bleary, and she was even less interested in making a baby.
She simply tossed her phone aside and yawned. Forget it. My ovulation window is still long. One day won't matter... Ah, a college guy with eight-pack abs really is more appealing than a husband in a vegetative state...
With that, she burrowed under the covers and was fast asleep within three minutes.
Jiang Muyan quietly opened his eyes and looked at his wife beside him, angry yet helpless.
Those boy bands...
Were they really that good-looking?
He instinctively touched his abdomen-
His muscles had softened a little during his coma, but the foundation was still there.
Maybe...
I should start working out again tomorrow?
"Hehe... Give this empress a smile, and you'll be richly rewarded..." Lost in drunken bliss in her dream, Song Yutang couldn't help laughing aloud.
A vein throbbed at Jiang Muyan's temple.
Still fooling around with those college guys in her dreams?
Furious, he leaned over and bit those red lips hard in retaliation.
In her dream, Song Yutang was playing with a young gentleman whose face she couldn't make out. Disturbed by the sudden sensation, she didn't pull away. Instead, still craving more, she poked out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her lower lip.
That touch of moist warmth was like a spark landing in dry hay.
Jiang Muyan's eyes darkened abruptly. Forgetting all about his anger, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply.
Reality overlapped with the dream, and the young gentleman in her dream kissed Song Yutang too.
The sudden heat threw her into flustered confusion, yet she instinctively responded.
As their lips and tongues entwined, Song Yutang let out a muffled whimper. Following her desires in the dream, her arms unconsciously slipped around his neck.
The kiss grew deeper and more urgent.
The more Jiang Muyan kissed her, the angrier he became.
Responding so enthusiastically-which other man was she dreaming about?
He turned ruthless and deliberately bit her lip again.
"Ow..."
The pain made Song Yutang snap her eyes open.
Their eyes met.
In the darkness, she saw a pair of blazing eyes mere inches away, their breaths mingling.
Startled stiff by those blazing eyes, Song Yutang instinctively closed hers again.
This had to be a dream.
Sure enough, when she opened her eyes again, Jiang Muyan's were closed, and he lay peacefully on top of her.
Song Yutang raised a hand to touch her faintly stinging lips, her face suddenly burning. I was so desperate that I... made a move on a man in a vegetative state in my dream... and even pulled him over to kiss him?
Although no one had seen, she still felt terribly guilty.
In a fluster, she put the man on top of her back where he belonged, then turned away in a futile attempt to cover her tracks.
Jiang Muyan, still pretending to be in a vegetative state: "..."
What was a little kiss? She'd done far more outrageous things.
Still, fortunately, her guilty conscience had actually let her fool herself into accepting it.
Thump, thump, thump-
Beside him, Song Yutang's heart was racing.
It took quite a while before she drifted back to sleep.
Perhaps she had sunk too deeply into it, because her interrupted dream actually resumed.
This time, the hazy young gentleman in her dream gradually came into focus. His face was Jiang Muyan's.
Their entanglement grew deeper too...
Listening to her little whimpers, Jiang Muyan angrily bit her again.
When Song Yutang woke the next morning, her lips ached faintly.
Still groggy, she touched them, then looked at Jiang Muyan, who was still asleep beside her, feeling momentarily dazed.
That dream last night...
Hadn't it been far too real?
If Jiang Muyan found out, he'd probably be so angry he'd leap out of bed.
Feeling a little guilty, Song Yutang tucked his blanket around him and silently apologized. Sorry, President Jiang. It was purely a dream. Please don't take it seriously. I only want to have a baby. I'm not interested in your body at all. Your abs and physique are nowhere near a college guy's...
Jiang Muyan: (•́へ•́╬)
He hadn't bitten hard enough last night.
Once Song Yutang had washed up and left the room, Jiang Muyan could bear it no longer. He immediately got down on the floor and began doing push-ups. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 30... 60... 100..."
One day, he would make this woman understand that a man his age was definitely more capable than a young college guy.
When Song Yutang entered the dining room, breakfast was already on the table.
Li Xiulan immediately noticed her slightly swollen lips. "Yutang, what happened to your mouth? Why is it so red? The skin's broken a little too."
Song Yutang instinctively touched her lips, her cheeks growing hot. "Huh? It's n-nothing... Probably too much internal heat."
Li Xiulan immediately glared at Jiang Guoqiang. "How many times have I told you to keep the food we eat at home light? You put in so much chili and chili bean paste that our daughter's developed internal heat."
Jiang Guoqiang hastily promised, "I'll look into a few lighter dishes later."
Jiang Boyan protested, "Didn't we agree before? We'd have hot pot when it rained! We finally got some rain today."
Song Yutang wanted it too, so she quickly cut in. "Mom, Dad, it's fine. I'll just eat less spicy food."
Seeing how firm she was, and that she really didn't look ill, Li Xiulan finally relaxed. "All right, then. Old Jiang, make a split pot tonight. Put less chili in the spicy side and add more medicinal herbs to reduce internal heat."
And with that, the hot pot plans were settled.
Song Yutang returned to the study and stayed until the afternoon. Feeling a little hungry, she decided to find some fruit in the living room.
She happened to see Li Xiulan watching television there.
On the screen, an elderly empress was discussing affairs with a trusted minister, her face filled with exhaustion and inner struggle.
The minister remonstrated, "Your Majesty, the weight of the realm must ultimately pass down through your bloodline. Only your own flesh and blood can enshrine you in the ancestral temple, keeping the incense burning year after year. However fine a nephew may be, there is still a degree of separation..."
The empress heaved a long sigh and finally nodded slowly.
Something stirred in Song Yutang's heart. "Mom, what drama are you watching?"
Li Xiulan, who was scrolling on her phone, came back to herself, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, I'm just watching whatever's on... I don't know what it's called either. I just watch whatever's playing when I turn it on..."
Song Yutang looked thoughtful. "That bit just now was quite interesting. Could you play that scene or that episode on repeat from now on?"
Though puzzled, Li Xiulan still picked up the remote. "Sure. I'm not picky anyway. I just listen to it as background noise."
Song Yutang lowered her voice. "Whenever you have time, keep playing it on repeat until Grandpa sees it."